WARFARE

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Implied desire, disguised as a joke, 

Nuance words, you received that I poke, 

Myriad questions running endlessly, 

Fueling energy, spent wisely. 


A warfare that I started on my mind, 

Erratic thoughts engulfing til bind, 

Creating a weapon, one can't stop, 

Tears as gas, it flowed, it leaked, I mop.

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